Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.